Wasn't lies when they told you wasn't nothing to fear

The struggle ain't right up in your face, it's more subtle

I finally peeped Dave Chappelle's Block Party movie. Had me straight-up on the edge of my seat all emotional and shT. Powerful stuff. Had the ill line-up and some real head-on insight on what this life shT - what it's all about; living.

It's crazy when you too real to be free

Symbolically speaking, this George Lakoff cat penned a telling piece about understanding the meaning of freedom. Very ill analysis. As for the day's symbolism. The fireworks were blah. Just whatever. Almost got creamed by a (probably drunk) driver who decided he wanted to fly through a light all of his peoples were parked at. My aplogies to any kids who were in the area who may have overheard me. So, the little mini holiday is over so now you bTches can go back to work. Now that I am officially an employee of the city, I'm supposed to adhere to certain guidelines and shT like that. Can we now all join our hands for prayer? I'm gonna need it. Let's see how this goes. Nothing much about the work shoudl change though. Just the dynamic. Still have a relatively good amount of freedom and leeway to be flexible. Still have to deal with pains in the a$es who don't know what they're doing or are just plain irritating. But blah; whatever. (Proceeds to brush shoulder off.) I need to make the most of this month's extra free time. Do some exercising. Maybe some running. Maybe some reading. Maybe some studying. Maybe some shopping. Need to scratch off some to-do list items. Need to get over this sucky depression spell. Need to find a new damn bed and some furniture to boot. Should get the brakes checked out. Should look at getting a different car. Might go ahead and be Santa Claus mad early. Might be Scrooge and repossess shT. Need to sleep. As usual. Happy post Independence Day. The year is half over. Make that shT worth it. Word.

The Jones is the richest since dismissing the Johnson's
If you ain't saying nothing, you a system's accomplice
It should play with your conscience, do away with the nonsense
I'm overseeing anything within my circumference
This ain't a press junket, I ain't seeking responses
I stand where the people got the heat in they pocket
You mesmerized by the calm nonchalant-ness
-Black Thought (The Roots), "Don't Feel Right"